them. They are a trifle more ornate, and the food is
better cooked and of infinitely greater variety (they would not be
American otherwise), but over all the air is the same.

Into the familiar business atmosphere of this quarter the Prince came
early. He drove between crowds and there were big crowds at the points
where he stopped--at the Woolworth building and at Trinity Church, that
stands huddled and dwarfed beneath the basilicas of business. The
intense interest of his visit began when he arrived at the Stock
Exchange.

The business on the floor was in full swing when he came out on to the
marble gallery of the vast, square marble hall of the Exchange, and the
busy swarm of money-gathering men beneath his eyes immediately stopped
to cheer him. To look down, as he did, was to look down upon the floor
of some great bazaar. The floor is set with ranks of kiosks spaced
apart, about which men congregate only to divide and go all ways; these
kiosks might easily be booths. The floor itself is in constant
movement; it is a disturbed ant-heap with its denizens speeding about
always in unconjectural movements. Groups gather, thrust hands and
fingers upward, shout and counter-shout, as though bent on working up a
fracas; then when they seem to have succeeded they make notes in small
books and walk quietly away. Messengers, who must work by instinct,
weave in and out of the stirring of ants perpetually. In a line of
cubicles along one side of the Exchange, crowds of men seemed to be
fighting each other for a chance at the telephone.

Two of the tremendous walls of this hall are on the street, and superb
windows allow in the light. On the two remaining walls are gigantic
blackboards. Incessantly, small flaps are falling on these blackboards
revealing numbers. They are the numbers of members who have been
"called" over the 'phone or in some other way. The blackboards are in
a constant flutter, the tiny flaps are always falling or shutting, as
numbers appear and disappear, and the boards are starred with numbers
waiting patiently for the eye of the member on the floor to look up and
be aware of them.

The Prince stood on the high gallery under the high windows, and
watched with vivid curiosity the bustling scene below. He asked a
number of eager questions, and the strange silent dance of numbers on
the big blackboards intrigued him greatly. Underneath him the members
gathered in a great crowd, calling up to him